The gold leaf. [volume] (Henderson, N.C.) 1881-1911, 1887-04-28


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new serials, 74S poems, us American
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4 notable forthcoming book from
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Mrs. Harriet Taylor-Upton, daugh-
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"The Children of the White House. :"
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| In this work Mrs. Taylol-Upton has
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the various Presidential families.
A. RosCoWER.
THE SONG IN THE STORM.
The wind goes sobbing
Over the moor;
Far is the fold and shut its door;
White and still, beyond terror and shock,
Lies the foolish lamb that Strayed from the
flock,
While overhead, from its frozen branch,
! With tender pity, true and staunch,
Thus sings the robin:
The wind howls, heavy
/ With death and sorrow,
! To-day it is thee, may be | tomorrow
/ Yet I'll sing one tune DER the silent world,
/ For the little lamb that never grew old,
. Never lived long winter to see,
&
! Boughs once SO leafy.
The snowf1akes cover
The mOOrland dun
Ny song thrills feebly. but | sing on.
Way did God make me brave bird soul
Under warm feathers, red as a coal,
TO keep up my feet CHEEKY and bright
To the very last twinkle of wintry light,
Whilst thine is all over?
Why was given
Bold, strong wings
To bear me away from hurtful things,
While thy poor feet were SO tender ant
weakly,
And thy faint heart gave up all so meekly
Till it yielded at length to still safe han'
That bade thee lie down, nor Try to stand
Was it hand of heaven?
The wind goes sobbing
(ThuS sang the bird,
o. else in dream its voice heaTD
Nothing [ know and nothing [ can;
Wisdom is not for me, but man.
! ct some SnOW-pure, SnOW-sOft, not snow
cold
May be singing for lambs strayed from fold
Besides poor robin.